OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

94 • HOMECOMING SURPRISE

"Gwayne?"

"Sister.....thank the Gods you made it." Gwayne approaches her, nodding an acknowledgement towards Ser Criston.

Laena and Laenor didn't utter a word, but stare deadly at Alicent without an ounce of empathy. Baela and Rheana held their mother's hands, as did Jace and Luce. All on hooded cloaks.

"You need to tell me what's going on, have you longed switched alliances." Alicent questioned her brother, while holding Aegon and Helaena as Ser Criston held Aemond and Daeron closely.

"There was none to begin with, we both know our father is no longer the man we know. He's a tyrant." Gwayne counters.

Alicent sighs. "It's a wonder to me, everything now falls on this path. Casted aside and locked in, like a prisoner. Already the triachy is sailing for the Stepstones in five days."

"Not if Aenar doesn't stop them first." Gwayne remarked.

Alicent looked back at Daeron and Aemond, then averts her gaze to her brother. "Whatever judgement awaits to befall me, on DragonStone, my children are the first priority. Family above all." She fearfully mutters.

"We will survive this." Gwayne assures.

"I wish she doesn't." Laena mutters dryly, cutting a jarring glance with Alicent.

"This way! We don't have much time to loose." Captain Randyll led the path of secret passage with a torch.

During their rushed journey through the Keep, she'd kept her mouth shut, a decent policy to follow when you were on the run. Once they were outside, however, she felt more relaxed, or as relaxed as someone could be under the present circumstances.

Their cloaks was a good choice if just to keep them warm against the harsh coldness of the night, and she drew it closer to her body whilst she struggled to keep up with the man's frenzied pace, managing to gently tug her children along.

"Did Aenar really send you Ser Randyll?" Alicent asked.

"I'm obligated to say nothing." came the blunt reply from Captain Randyll Barret

Frankly, Alicent wasn't used to people talking to her in such a manner, which again suggested that the soldier had no love for her family. She couldn't tell whether she liked it or not. It could have been seen as a sign that she was being freed from the shackles of the role she'd been playing for years.

That was if she needed any further indication away from the fact that she was walking through the streets of King's Landing under the cover of darkness, carefully guiding her little children. There was a certain level of excitement to be found in the act of rebellion.

Alicent had, of course, wandered through the city plenty of times in the past, good old days with Aenar Targaryen when he'd take her to explore the city and it's sweet frivolities, though never like this.

That meant she had a vague understanding of where she was being led. As they reached the perimeter gates, her supposed accomplice moved away, taking the time to discuss something with another figure in the shadows.

The conversation took just a few seconds, but it left Alicent feeling alarmingly exposed, and she was grateful for the man's return as they stepped out of the official confines of King's Landing.